Sinderella (11 page)

I didn't want to be his mistress. I shook my head. “I can’t marry you, I am sworn to your cousin. He will make me an honest wife, and if you knew me, you would know I wanted that more than anything.”

He stood up and pulled me to the far side of the castle. He pressed my back into the bricks and cupped my face roughly. “I know you. I am the one who has spent months knowing you. He will never know you the way I do. He will never make love to you the way I do. He will never love you the way I do—the way you need to be loved.”

I shoved him back. “He will make me his WIFE!” The words spit from my lips.

He stepped back into my space, towering over me. “YOU. ARE. MINE!” His mouth crushed mine as his hands lifted my skirts. He tore my knickers to the side violently and dropped to his knees again and licked me hard, inserting his tongue inside of me.

He replaced it with a finger, thrusting like mad. His tongue moved to the top of my cunny, sucking and flicking. He gripped my ass with his other hand, massaging roughly. His finger was rough with its thrusts, almost pumping in and out of me. My hands fell to his thick hair. I gripped to him as I came in waves of violent delights.

I leaned back into the bricks and tried to catch my breath. He got up pressing his lips, soaked in my juices, on mine. He kissed me softly, smelling of honey. It made me smile but it was bitter and broken and matched his. “I guess I do taste like honey.” My laugh was ironic.

He nodded. “You do. You always have. I love you, Ella.”

“You said you couldn’t ever love me the way I wanted to be loved.”

He nodded, looking ruined somehow. Like I had broken him. The rain made it worse, dragging his hair down around his face. When he spoke, it made my heart ache more. “I can’t ever love you the way you want to be loved. I love you already the way you need to be. Don’t you see that?”

“You lied to me about Charmant giving up his kingdom for me. And lied to him about marrying me.”

He laughed. “I wanted you to be mine. So I lied. I would have stolen, killed, cheated, done whatever I could have to be with you. Besides, I made him a better man than he was. He should have given it up for you. I would have. I would have died fighting for you. I am here, aren’t I? Prepared to start a war, like you were my Helen of Troy.”

“You could have made me your wife and you didn’t. I can’t be queen in your land and I won’t be a mistress who watches you marry another woman.”

His eyes burned down on me. “I was changing the law so I could marry you, when you snuck off in the night, like a thief. Taking my heart with you and leaving me with that pathetic attempt of a goodbye letter. I didn’t have to change the law though. Your mother was from my kingdom. You are a lady born of my people too. Either way, I would have walked away from it all for you. I would do anything for you.” He gave me the saddest look I had ever seen. It broke my heart completely. “Including let you go so that you might try to be something you are not.
You want to play perfect little wife to him
,
I won’t stop you
. But I wanted you to remember how alive I make you feel. I know I do, because you make me feel that way and I know we match. I am your true love, just as you are mine.”

“Did you murder Lord Grey and his sister?” The question fell out of my mouth.

His eyes burned for a moment. There was something in there, some kind of memory. He relived it for a moment before he nodded once. Then he turned and left me there with ripped knickers and a need for something else.

I looked up at the
bright-blue
star and nodded. “I see what you meant. Free to love the man I choose.”

I ran after him. “Hey!” I called out.

He turned at the bottom of the stairs. I lifted my foot. “You know these shoes are not easy to come by, made by very special elves. You had to have dug it out from under some dirty old stairs. You can’t go giving one to a girl and not mean something by it.”

He smiled but it was broken like mine. “You know what a scoundrel I am.”

I nodded, taking one stair at a time towards him. “I know. That might have to change a little. You probably won’t even want to marry me when you hear my conditions.”

He cocked and eyebrow and folded his thick arms. “Conditions? Did you give them to Charmant?”

I shook my head, taking another stair. “No.”

He laughed. “But I get them?”

“Yes. I love you with every aspect of my heart, the little bit of light and all of the dark. You have seen it all and you aren’t scared. So you get conditions, because you run a real risk of killing me by breaking my heart. Charmant doesn’t.”

His smile grew, making my heart skip beats but I maintained my composure. “Firstly, I will murder you in your sleep if you stray from our bed.”

He frowned and then nodded.

“Secondly, you will not touch me in front of others, unless I have consented. And I will not wear that mask so you may violate me in public.”

He licked his lips. I could see this might be an issue for him. “Let’s redefine touch.”

“Stick your fingers, or anything else, inside of me or make me wear see-through gowns.”

“Deal.”

“You will allow whatever it is that we are, the depravity and all, is for our room and nowhere else as I want children one day. I don’t want anyone to know. I want us to appear normal.”

He gulped. It was actually a bit lovely to see. He nodded his head slowly. “I believe I am capable of those acts. If I slip up, I am certain you will try the murder-me-in-my-sleep. Can I choose how I die?” His rakish smile was back making me laugh aloud.

I shook my head. “You are a bad man.” I took another step, making me almost near his height. He took a step closer. “You are a bad girl; I believe we have had this conversation before though.”

I was confused, there was no doubt, but there was something else. It was like he had said. Being with him was just like I had dreamed. I lifted a hand to his face, running it down his cheek. I shook my head, mystified by him. “You were my destiny! That night, before I met you at the ball, the magic elf who gave me the shoe was my mother. She told me I would meet the man of my dreams, my destiny.”

“I don't have a response for that.”

I slapped his face slightly, still shocked. “I never imagined you would be it.”

He chuckled. “I will try not to be injured by that.” He bent forward and brushed his lips against mine gently. “I knew the moment I saw you. Now run away with me.”

I bit my lip. “I need to get Gus.”

He shook his head. “I have him in the carriage already. I was abducting him, if you chose not to come.”

I laughed aloud, covering my mouth and looking back up the stairs. “I owe Charmant an explanation.”

He leaned forward, kissing me wildly. He muttered into my lips. “I never got one.”

I sighed and let him drag me across the grounds to the forest.

I glanced out at the dark through the window I had so often seen as bars on a cage.

“Do you think Jacque and Gus will be happy friends?”

I glanced over at the mice in the box and smiled at the king. “I can’t actually believe you got a mouse while I was gone.”

He sat and watched the two mice sniffing each other. They had been at it for weeks, not really certain what to do about the mouse in their space. “What was I supposed to do with the mouse box, if not keep a mouse? Who ever heard of a mouse box anyway? The smithy laughed me out of his house when I showed up with the damned request.”

I turned and smiled. “You have to tell me now. I refuse to be married to you without a name.”

He sighed. “I like Sire. I think we need to keep a working relationship here.”

“Charmant said your name is Henry but your servants think
it’s
William. Which is it?”

He spoke with a scowl, “Sire. See how it rolls off the tongue?”

I reached up, fast like a snake and tickled under his arms. He laughed in a way not considered manly at all.
Almost a giggle.
“I relent, I relent. My name IS Henry William. There is more to it though. My dear lady, you may choose. It is Henry William Alexander Beaumont. You may pick which name you like best and call me that, but I demand to be called Sire in this room.”

I laughed. “In the whore’s bedroom you must be called sire?”

He nodded. “I am having renovations done to make the room more suitable.
For when you are feeling frisky.
We will slumber in my room after tomorrow. Unless you are in the mood to sleep here.”

I blushed. “You are planning on having people come into this room, to make it more suitable for our depravity and they will know about it?”

He frowned but never spoke.

I cocked an eyebrow and folded my arms across my bare chest.

He winced. “That might have been an oversight, but it is only a few men.”

I tilted my head.

He looked at the mice. “Lads, help me out here.”

I laughed and walked to him. “You want me to marry you tomorrow, and yet you would have all of your kingdom know of our likes and desires?”

He dropped to his knees, kissing my belly. “Everyone who meets you knows instantly what my likes and desires are. It is only you I desire.” He kissed my belly again. “I think we have another issue to resolve. Will this belly make me sons or are you barren? I can take it, just tell me the truth.”

I laughed. “I have been taking a leaf, from your kitchens. The women in the castle all take it so they cannot be impregnated unless they choose it.”

His heavy eyebrows cast shadows over his already dark-blue eyes. “Leaf? Who distributes this leaf?”

I shrugged. “I am given it by my ladies.”

He sat back. “I thought it odd, but I assumed maybe you could not get with child.”

I laughed. “You would marry me if I were barren?”

He nodded.

“You are a fool.”

His eyes grew mischievous and his smile instantly made my blood boil. He pulled me into his lap and turned me over his bare knee. “Where is the word Sire, as I have requested? You have not said it yet. You are willful and stubborn.”

I laughed into his warm skin until his hand came down on my bare cheeks the first time. Then I moaned into his arm that held me down. He spanked again, hitting exactly in the right spot. He vibrated my sex.

“You will call me Sire, even when you are calling me a fool. In this room, I do not think it is too much to ask, to respect me.” His hand made contact again. I clenched with my fingers into the meaty parts of his arm. He slipped a finger into my wet cunny, pumping into me and still holding me over his knee. “You will speak to me now like the master of your body.”

He pumped his finger in and out, slapping the base of it against my anus. It vibrated, making me squirm, desperately trying to force an orgasm.

He chuckled. “Oh no you don't. I want to hear some begging.”

My words came out breathy. “Please, Sire. Please make me cum.”

He moved his finger faster and then stopped. I was mid-clench, holding my breath and tensing everywhere for the orgasm. He slowly dragged his finger from me and sat back, letting me fall from his lap.

I looked at him, confused by what had happened. He smiled, that same rakish grin he always gave.

“I hear it’s bad for the heart to stop like that. So when we’re old and gray and you’re finished with me,
that's
exactly how I want to die. You understand?”

I swallowed hard. “You have to finish!”

He laughed bitterly. “Again, no Sire? Do I mean nothing to you?”

I started to laugh, but I could feel the extreme cold hatred filling up inside of me. I offered him a hand. “Please Sire, come with me and let me show you how much I love you.”

He grinned like the fool he was about to be played for. “That's more like it.”

We got up off the floor and walked to the bed. I ran my hands down his muscled torso. He was a work of art, as far as men went. His body was beautiful.
His cock even more so.
I encompassed one of his nipples and sucked, making him suck his breath when I bit.

I dragged a hand down, scratching lightly until I reached his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing. He gulped, forcing me to fight my grin. I bent down, licking his torso and stomach. I dropped to my knees, wrapping my hands around to his cheeks and squeezed, digging my nails in. He jumped a bit. I licked up the shaft of his cock.

I dug my nails in again, driving him into my mouth when he moved to escape the sharp scratch. I opened my mouth wider, taking more of him than I had ever before. His hands dug into my hair but I pulled back.

I knew what he was about to do. Once he started pulling my hair there was no way I could stop myself. I would let him have whatever he wanted.

I dragged my hand along his wet shaft, squeezing several times. He moaned, trying to get a grip on the hair at the back of my head.

I stood up, pushing him back. He smiled as he fell back onto the bed. I crawled up onto him, positioning myself over his erect cock. He lifted his hands to touch me but I pushed them down. “Sire, let me show you just how much I love you.” I pushed his arms behind his head and positioned his cock into my wet cunny. I slowly sat back, sliding down onto him. Every time with him was like the first. His girth always stretched me the first couple strokes. I lifted up and pushed back down, trying not to enjoy the feel too much. I loved how much he was enjoying it. He writhed like he wanted me to go faster but I didn't. I kept the slow and steady pace neither of us liked.

I moaned, arching my back and rotating my hips. I leaned back, still riding him. I could see his arms twitching with need to touch me. I reached my hands up, cupping my breasts and moaning. I rolled my nipples, making them stand on end.

He bit his lip but maintained his arms behind his head. His legs flexed, helping him thrust slightly. I reached my other hand down and started rubbing between my legs.

He looked like he might attack me, but showed restraint.

I started to laugh as I felt the build up of heat inside of me. “You know, Sire, I think you were right about taking it slow.” I rubbed faster, clenching my body tightly and orgasming on his cock. I moaned into the waves.

He shook his head. “You enjoy that?”

I smiled. “I did, Sire.” I pulled myself forward, taking his beautiful lip in my teeth. I bit down as I lifted myself off of his cock. His hands lifted but I pushed down on his biceps and shook my head. I climbed off of him. “Please wait here, Sire.” I smirked when I said it. He sat up, looking savage.

I picked a robe up from the bureau and walked to the door. “I love you so much, I am willing to make every moment of your life exciting.” I bowed. “Sire.” I opened the door and ran down the hall pulling it on.

I could hear him cussing, but I stayed silent when I made it down to the second level of the castle. It was dark in the
halls,
even the servants were in their beds. I crept into the dining hall and hid under the table. My stomach was full of flutters. I wanted so badly for him to catch me.

I didn't hear anything. I stayed where I was for a moment before creeping along the wall and ducking into his office.

“Ella!”

My spine tingled when his soft whisper filled the air. I ducked behind his desk and stayed perfectly still.

His footsteps were not soft like mine. He moved as if he knew where I was.

I held my breath when they got closer.

“You know, I do feel like the luckiest of men. You are beautiful, unreasonable, amusing, foolish in the best way and you make me feel like I am on fire.” He stopped in front of the office and sighed. “Like right now, my blood is on fire.”

His head turned sharply, looking into the office. “You think I wouldn't know the sound of my own heart beating. I gave it to you for safe keeping, but I still recognize the sound of it.” He closed the door to the office and pressed his back against it.

A broad smile crossed my lips.

“This little game of yours has intrigued me.”

I stayed where I was
,
ready to run
. He dashed suddenly, around the side of the desk. I tried to run to the other side but his long arm grabbed me. I screamed
,
the game had become real almost.

He pulled me across the desk, rolling me and pressing my face into the mahogany desk. He bent over me, whispering into my ear. “My love, you will now refer to me as Sire in this room as well.” His legs kicked mine apart as he ripped the robe from my body.

A smile owned my face, no matter how much I feared his wrath. His hands fumbled with his trousers, unbuckling them. I felt them drop down his legs. He licked my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth.

“I can’t believe I will have a lifetime of you. A lifetime of this.” He shoved himself into me. I gasped into the desk. I heard him lick something. “And now you will find out the cost of your misdeeds.” I felt something insert into my anus.
It wasn't like the last time
,
it was slow and steady
. He continued to thrust his cock in and out of me as he pressed his finger into me.

I tensed against him but he whispered. “Relax. Let it happen.”

I shook my head. “I can’t relax.”

He pressed his cock into me, slid his free hand up my back and took a fistful of my hair at the base of my head. He tugged, making me huff my breaths. He tugged harder, inserting his finger all the way. He moved it slowly, stretching me out, before letting go of my hair and beginning thrusting again.

He moved in and out of both my holes, confusing me. I felt a type of pleasure I hadn’t since the first time Lord Grey had licked my cunny. It was tied to the wicked deed the king was doing to me. I liked carnal acts to be risqué.

“You like that, don't you? You like that I control your pleasure?”

I nodded into the desk, “Yes, Sire.”

He thrust harder, slamming me into the desk. I moaned.

“I told you, you are special kind of girl.”

I pressed back into his finger filling my anus and his cock still stretching my sex. He removed his finger and pumped into me wildly, fucking me against his desk.

When he came I felt his legs buckle slightly. He made sounds I had never heard him make before. He collapsed on top of me, breathless and shaking his head. “I have never loved this desk more.”

I laughed but he stayed where he was heaving his breaths.

The next day, as Abbi and Bethany were tying me into my wedding dress, I looked into the mirror in my room. It was the very mirror we had used when he had made me watch us making love.

I noticed a blush upon my cheeks and a sparkle in my eyes from thinking about it.

“The king and the prince both declined the invitation?” Bethany asked.

I shook my head. “Only Prince Charmant. Everyone else is here. They are arriving today. The king of our lands is overly fond of his cousin, my groom. He is not displeased at all. I think he is relieved actually that Charmant and I will not marry. He needs a steady wife, not one like me.” I gave Bethany a look in the mirror, making her blush as well.

Abbi gushed. “I do wish your parents could see you so happy.”

I smiled at her in the mirror. “Me too. But I suppose I will start my own family now.”

Abbi looked shocked. “Who will be your nurse?”

I gave her a bright smile. “I don't know. Are you up for it?”

She laughed. “No. I will come and visit.
But a full-time babe at my age?
I daresay I am far too old for that.”

Bethany smiled at me. “I could come and stay and help out.”

I looked back at her. “No. We must get you wed. The king has many cousins who are wealthy and available.”

She blushed. “I am getting too old to find a man. You know what Mother always said about my beauty?”

I grabbed her hand and squeezed. “You are a beautiful person. You are the only one in our whole family who is.”